#one bench

The questionable aversion to modern day comforts had had the tendency to appear to be the most incomprehensible part of the failure, the continuous rejection of living in proper housing persisting even here. It’d never been the generously provided luxuries that’d inspired what was some truly unbearable discomfort, but rather the implied complacency that’d come from the acceptance. And so, practiced avoidance had been necessary to prevent ever seeming amendable, from ever presenting the chance of being further entangled in commitments and responsibilities he’d never desired.

But despite carrying out those extensive preventive measures as always, somehow entrapment had come about in a completely unforeseen way. He was essentially immobilized, small stature never once an issue beforehand but now lacking the physical strength required to upheave the body bearing down upon it. He wasn’t entirely sure how this circumstance had come about, how someone had not only unabashedly seated themselves atop him while he slept sprawled across the bench, but that they too had settled into a comfortable doze. One last fruitless attempt was made to liberate his entrapped limbs, even going so far as to try to wiggle out from underneath the oppressive weight, but failure was met at every turn.